At least in defeat I try to get square..
Repair a foul loss by something gained
And not succumb to the succubus of now, the enemies of now.
Build more and toil more, where enemies dare to destroy, I repair.
And when I feel my breath lessen, I dare, more and more.
And when I wade in the mud of the trenches, my feet strong put to the fore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem